dearscience: i don’t know what i’m feeling /cliche teen blogger
i think im going to start working out.
i always say this. but i have a lot of free time now..
juliettforever: I just want a hug.
im watching season 1 of friends.
starting from the beginning. YIPPEEE
i honestly want ALL the Brand New shirts...
there is a formal tonight.
dressing up… kinda? pix 2 follow.
i dont really feel alive anymore.
shortbread cookies are the best.
i cannot believe i slept that long.
well needed after this weekend. Although, i think im just gonna have a night in tonight. i want to really become healed before i take a risk. sickness sucks.
i feel so incredibly sick today.
i dont know what it is but i want to die in my bed. class sucks.
i have sketchbook homework to do.
i highly doubt ill do it till tonight.. home is just too nice.
ask me questions or something.... →
it seems harder leaving the second time.
i finally realize what i’m ACTUALLY missing. i cant breathe.
Sad, sad, always sad. The heart is the source of the sadness. To end the...– The Hilarious House of Bouvenstein (via lavandula)
It is a bittersweet night for me. i had an amazing night at the fair with my closest friends. I saw so many people i loved and i hugged them & felt at home again. i also love the city & everyone in it. It just… doesn’t feel like home to me. I feel trapped there. It’s exhausting. At home, i feel like i can breathe. I know i need to go back & continue my this...
liquid cocaine night~
im already bummin that i have to go back tomorrow.
im in college & i would still eat lunchables for...
there is no place like home.
i did some serious drunk blogging last night....
going home today at 1:30.
shoulderblades: “the internet hasn’t changed me” i whisper, opening up photobooth to take some nudes
im sorry im so awkward.
how many times can you tell someone you miss them without it being too many? cause i miss you a lot. & i want you to really know. every time i think of you, my stomach clenches together. I want to hug you again & laugh with you again. But you’re far. I want to drive with you & sing with you again but you’re too far. I want to drink tea & take photos with you....
although its almost 3am i feel like everyone...
slightly drunk, sad & tumblin. lonely24/7.
song writing is the cheapest therapy.
but it is also the hardest. i suppose sharing the songs would be a good step.. but its just hard to put my heart on the line & sing my melodies. im afraid of the things i love being judged. & i guess that’s normal.
i feel like people ignore my texts here.
I miss my cats.
laundry is the worst.
2 hours of my life GONE. DAMMMIT